1702. Chapter 1702 I will hold on to you until the end of my life
"Do you really love money so much?" Lingyin said, "It seems that I will have to spend more time on making money in the future, and I can't let you run away."
Huahua said with a smile: "Of course, I never tell lies. If anyone dares to stand in front of me and say that he regards money as dirt, I will slap him away. I hate hypocritical people the most."
He stood up, patted the soil on his knees, picked up a glass of sake in front of the tombstone and sprinkled it into the soil.
"Dad, don't listen to Brother Ling's nonsense. I didn't agree to stay with him forever. It's all his wishful thinking. You have to be careful. I won't just marry you a daughter-in-law.
A wife must meet the standards of a wife in my heart. She can live in the hall, in the kitchen, in the bedroom, and can afford a luxurious house. These are just the most basic standards."
Wife...
Listening to these two words, Lingyin slowly smiled bitterly and did not refute. He even asked curiously: "Then what is your standard for a wife? Can you tell me?"
"secret!"
Lingyin stood up and said, "Tell me."
"Don't tell me!" Huahua poured another glass of sake to toast his father.
The spirit is hidden and unrelenting.
Huahua suddenly looked at him with a playful smile: "You just have to be nice to me, so good that I think it's OK, so that I can marry you home and sleep with you. Haha, why are you so stupid that you can't even ask such a question?"
"Dad, I'm leaving to see my mother." Huahua patted the tombstone and turned around to find Lingyin in a daze. He kicked him neither lightly nor hard: "Why are you dazed? What's wrong? You're still there.
,Aren’t you afraid that my dad will stare at you with a hundred pairs of eyes at night?”
It was difficult to find my mother's grave. The two of them searched several hills before finding a grave under the guidance of a villager. The weeds on it were half as tall as a person. No wonder they couldn't find it.
Huahua felt sad just looking at it. Lingyin held the hoe and Huahua snatched it away, "I'll do it myself!"
She took the initiative to pick up a hoe and weeded away all the weeds on the grave. She couldn't help but shed tears. A wild bamboo tree as tall as two people actually grew on the grave. Huahua angrily chopped it down with a knife, and then uprooted it.
Then he covered the tomb with a lot of new soil and tidied it up. After squatting in front of the tombstone, he took off his T-shirt and used it as a rag to wipe the tombstone clean bit by bit.
The name on the tombstone: Tomb of late wife Wang Fengtong.
Huahua's eyes were red. She didn't know her mother's name until today, "Mom, it turns out your surname is Wang and your name is Wang Fengtong. Your son just came to see you today. Mom, I feel very sad."
Huahua knelt down and kowtowed three times, feeling it was not enough, so she continued to kowtow, kowtow, kowtow, and kowtow non-stop.
He finally understood the feeling that his brother had when he knelt in front of his aunt's tombstone in the ice and snow. The helplessness and worry that he wished he could sacrifice the whole world to fulfill his filial piety, but found that he couldn't actually do anything. He was tightly entangled at this moment.
Hold him.
I really want my mother to stand in front of me and smile at me;
I really want to make the most beautiful clothes for my mother so that she can become the most beautiful mother in the world;
I really want to do something for my mother, even if it’s just to comb her hair;
I really want to lie in my mother's arms and beg her to sing a lullaby for me;
I really want to eat the food cooked by my mother. It must be the most delicious thing in the world, right?
I really want to hear my mother nagging in my ears, even if my ears have calluses.
They say maternal love is the greatest love in the world, but he has never felt what maternal love is.